Not Planned

Wrote this for English class, it was based off of the Lord Of The Flies, its cringy


1. 1 Chapter and 1 Chapter Only

All my past teachers said Short Stories are 4 paragraphs or no more than 8


But you normally can come home a few ahours after, you just are in pain and bed rest

It wasn't supposed to happen… we were supposed to be safe….have fun..and be back home… but we aren't. We’re trapped, we’re lost and hurt.  It was a matter of seconds before the plane went down, first, we were headed to an island, for a fun camping trip in Guam, next thing we know, we lost signal and it all went to hell from there. It wasn't OUR fault, but when I found the note “Leave the kids there, leave them alone, on the island of no return” I knew, it was their fault..trying to rid of the people the manager hated the most. 

I wake up, shaking my head that hurts extremely bad, I open my eyes. Regaining thoughts and memories of what happened. Our jet crashed into the woods, nose first, killing our pilot and survival guide. My seat is a most out of the plane, I was fairly close to the front, where now it's none existent, so I was injured, not bad but I was injured. I had large scratches covering my pale legs, burn marks on my arms and torso. Sweat poured down my face, making my vision blurry. I wiped my face and looked around, behind me. The four boys, Michael, Ashton, Harry and Louis, were all in the back, in their seats, holding on to each other for dear life. As I could see, none of them was injured. 

“Is everyone ok?” I croak, still shaken from the accident. The groan and nod. Unbuckling their seat belts and standing up holding onto the worn seats, so they won't slide off the plane and fall off into the fire. I nod back and press my legs hard against the seat in front of me that's slowly burning, my feet sweating in fear of being burned and slowly unbuckling myself. I turn around in my seat, holding on for dear life. I inch my way to the aisle and I hike up it, slowly. “Go out  the back…” I begin “Our stuff is behind the bathroom...we have to make a jump… grab the bags and go out the small door…” I reach the boys, gesturing them to go. Harry,  Louis and Ashton go out in front of me and slowly grab their items, grunting at the weight. Michael stays behind me, letting me go first, putting a hand on my back.

I jump up to our area and grab Michaels bag, handing it to him, he throws it over his back as I throw mine over my back. We all crowd that the small door, that Harry busted open with his foot. We all look out of it as it leads to water.  Just alongside it is a huge rock. “Throw our bags on that rock, nothing will get damaged, the bags are even bulletproof, don't worry about anything breaking.” The boys do as so, Louis last, scared of breaking the guitar, but he does anyway. As if something pushed it, all the bags landed perfectly on the rock. “And now we jump,” I say nervously, not wanting to but I know it's our only way out. Ashton nods and jumps first, then Harry, Louis, and Michael. I look down, seeing how far down it was, maybe 50  feet, our plane landed in such an awkward angle on an awkward piece of land that it makes it higher than it should actually be. 

“IT'S OK TO JUMP!” Ashton yells. “IT WON'T HURT AND  THE WATER IS FINE!” I listen to him, I trust him.. I make the jump and freefall, closing my eyes waiting for the impact. Warm, salty water engulfs me. I feel the pressure on my body, and my feet touch the muddy, sand floor, seaweed grabbing my legs as in a cry for help. With reaction, I push up, soon after reaching the surface. My lungs gasping for air. I breathe fast, and unevenly opening my eyes and swimming to the rocky shore where the boys lay. 

“I may be no survival expert.” Louis starts. “But the sun is going down and we can't be out in a place like this without any shelter.”  I nod as I reach the rock, Michael helpling me up. We gather our items, still soaked and walk inland, still close to the water, but right on the edge of the forest. Ashton lays down the tent on a mossy bed that lays in between two mammoth sized rocks. He works on the tent, with Harry and Louis as Michael and i climb up on top of the rocks and being laying down the grey, huge tarp. The tarp comes down the sides, hanging loosely. To secure it, we cut pieces off the rope and tie it down, to near by trees and overgrown roots and small(ish) rocks. The tarp tightness making a 2nd roof over our heads, perfect for extra room to put the fire under. Michael then lays a homemade fire pit, 5 feet in front of our tent, still under the tarp. He grabs a pot from the nearest bag and puts a bunch of rocks in it, planning on to make heated rocks, as a heat source for the cold nights.


60 days later


We used up all are materials..most of them got destroyed in the fire. But it was worth it, the boat saw us circa 2am, obviously, half the island was on fire. It wasn't the boy's fault, no of course not, they are the reason we actually lived.

“The days were really long” Ashton told the news reporter, after he got off the boat. “We didn't have a way to tell the time, Michael’s MP3 player had no time, so it felt agonizing.” I came up next t him, to finish the story. “Yeah, the days were extremely hot, which made it feel longer, and the nights were very unbearably cold, if we did want to get decent sleep, we’d had to cuddle in a huge pile with heated rocks in our sleeping bags.’ I take a breath, after the new reporter asked how we got there. “Plane crash.. I dont remember much, but of what I do, it was the most traumatizing thing i ever experienced.” I rubbed my eyes. “We learned a lot from being trapped on that island. Definitely to use things when needed, and dont be greedy.” With all of us, the food would go scarce and our food that we did have, dehydrated us. When we did grow food, it  wasn't much. We tried to kill animals, but most of them were a prey to us, so we had to stay in our rock shelter so we wouldn't have gotten eaten. If it weren't for my filterizer, we would've died a slow death, all of the water there was either contaminated with animal feces or salt water.” They asked where i got the information from, on all the survival tips, I replied with” Jon Eaton, Lord Of The Flies casebook edition, Berkeley, NY, 1964, “Interview with William Golding, May 25th 1964  We all nod at the camera and set off, for yet another adventure. We did enjoy it, yes we did, and this time, we will have more experience than we did before. As long as we stay together, everything will be alright.. Nothing could go wrong this time..right?


Jon Eaton, LOTF casebook edition, Berkeley, NY, 1964, “Interview with William Golding, May 25th 1964


I scream as we plummet into the ice cold water. It slowly rising closer and closer to the opening of my mouth, that's screaming for air..i'm trapped in a room...this isn't it?


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